Anyway. On the way home I had the bright idea of heading down to Trammell Crow Lake at Trinity Park on Sylvan Avenue. Maybe we'd toss around the football in the cool evening air after a few hours spent soaking up all the musty we could manage. Instead, we just marveled at how, from a distance, marble cows covered in graffiti look rather lifelike from a distance.

The boy also wanted to know if "Shmux," scribbled here on poor Elsa, was the same word Mommy occasionally calls Daddy.

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More pics after the jump. The ghost of Trammell Crow -- and the women in his family for whom the cows are named -- is not amused.

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